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The lights were blinding.
It was the first thought that flickered across your mind before a host of aches and pains hit you.
Fucking hell, I feel like I got hit by a truck.
"Probably because you did." A familiar voice pierced through you and you turned your head slightly to see Robby sitting next to you in the hospital.
Hospital?
"You've been out for a couple days." Jack spoke from your other side.
"What happened?" You croaked out, your throat unbelievably sore.
"You were hit by a drunk driver. Had to have some surgeries, it was touch and go for a minute there." Jack squeezed your hand tightly as Robby handed you a cup of water.
"Why are you both here?" You asked quietly after a few sips of water.
"Because we care." Robby's gaze quickly filled with tears as he looked down at his folded hands. "And I'm so so sorry I ever let you believe that wasn't the truth."
"I knew you cared Robby I just... I didn't think you cared enough. I didn't think I was enough." A few tears ran down your face that had nothing to do with the broken bones.
"You are more than enough love, I'm the one who's.... it was my insecurities that caused all this. I didn't think I was enough for you or Jack. The fact that I got Jack was enough of a miracle, I didn't think I was allowed to even consider having both of you."
"I tried to tell you you could. That night- when you told me you loved Jack more-"
"Michael!" Jack interrupted, the shock of how cruel Robby had truly been cutting through his obvious attempt at letting the two of you talk it out.
"I don't!" He put his hands up in surrender. "I loved Jack first, but that doesn't mean I love you any less. I would beg on my knees for the rest of my life if you would let me prove that to you."
You thought... And thought...
For so long he seemed to take that as an answer.
"I understand. I... I wouldn't be able to forgive me if I was in your position either..."
"No, Robby. That's not- it's not about forgiving you, I'm honestly just scared. What... what's to stop you from doing that all over again? What's to stop you from getting in your head and pulling away all over again? I can't... I can't let you break my heart a third time." You didn't know where to look. Jack's face that was painted in understanding and an equivalent amount of hurt- or Robby's face where guilt and fear battled out to win control.
"I started therapy." He said quietly, a last ditch effort at convincing you that things could change. "I'm trying to work through my problems. And I can't promise that I won't pull away at some point, I tend to avoid things that make me feel bad. But I can give you permission to literally beat my ass into honest communication if it comes to that. And I can promise to let you pull me back every time."
He reached out, holding your hand tight enough you couldn't run- even if you tried to.
"And I can promise to never stop showing you how much I love you. Every day until the day I die. And if there is an afterlife- I'll love you there too."
His words brought tears to your eyes that you couldn't have stopped if you tried. He wasn't completely forgiven, not by a long shot. But you weren't going to give up a chance at happiness.
"Okay."
"Okay?" He laughed dryly, as if he'd expected you to send him out of there and cut him from your life.
"Okay." You smiled, before turning back to Jack. "How do you feel about all of this?"
"Doll I thought we've been dating the last three months." His words made all three of you laugh for real this time. "I am sorry that I trusted Robby to communicate clearly. In hindsight, that was a terrible decision."
"Hey!" Robby protested half-heartedly, the smiles not dropping from any of your faces.
"So....." You continues after a brief bout of silence. "Where does that leave the three of us?"
"Well, how good are you at sharing?"
"I think I can manage." You smiled while looking between the two of them.
"Then how do you feel about having two boyfriends hun?"
"That sounds like fun."
"Good. Now with that settled, I have been waiting to feel your lips on mine since the night you blew smoke into my mouth." With that, Jack leaned in, hand cradling the side of your face as he brought his lips to yours.
They were softer than you expected and moved with a force that was less demanding than you'd been expecting. It was like he was trying to learn every shape your mouth could make and show you his would fit perfectly no matter what shape yours formed. By the time his tongue swept across the seam, you'd completely forgotten where you were, what you were doing, or even the fact that you had an audience as you parted your lips and let Jack in, both of you moaning softly as you pulled each other closer.
A throat clearing had you pulling apart from where Jack was almost on top of you.
"Gotta share Jack." Robby chuckled lightheartedly, uncrossing his arms and moving in to fill the space Jack vacated. "Is this okay?"
He cupped your face just as Jack had, rubbing his thumb across your cheek and catching a stray tear that must've lingered. He was so close you could feel the breath from his words better than you could hear them.
You weren't sure who moved in first. You nodded your head and suddenly you were both moving in. Your lips crashed together so hard you were briefly surprised neither of you chipped a tooth. Your hands shot up around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his hand shifted from your cheek to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
It was then you realized part of you had worried when you and Jack's kiss had been so different than what you were used to seeing between the two of them. Worried they didn't want you as desperately as you wanted them. As it turned out, that wasn't how Jack and Robby kissed. That was just how Robby kissed.
A starving man wouldn't have held a candle to the way Robby devoured you.
Where Jack was all directness, control, desire; Robby was hunger. Raw and unfiltered.
This time it was a flash of pain when you tried sitting up better that broke the kiss. You winced in pain, dropping one hand to hold the bandages on your ribs.
"Sorry love." Robby hummed as he sat back away from you.
"You've got a couple broken ribs sweetheart, gonna have to take it easy for awhile."
"Fuck." You groaned, leaning your head back on the bed and closing your eyes.
Of course you finally got these men just when you couldn't take them for a proper spin.
Your gaze bounced fondly between the two of them as they started talking logistics for when you were discharged.
At least they were yours.